by Dark Angel
“John?” I ask, walking towards the hallway as I head out the library.
“Yeah, Liam?” he answers, curious as to why I’m walking away.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” I say to him.
There’s a pause. I hear him sigh and shuffle some papers in the other room and slowly get up and walk down the hardwood floors till he comes to the hallway.
“You sure?” he asks with a pained expression. “It’s only going to get uglier.”
I shake my head. “I don’t care how ugly everyone else gets,” I tell him. “I didn’t get into politics to start throwing people under the bus.”
John nods. “You’re a good man, Liam,” he says to me as he walks out the door. He pauses and looks at me. “Maybe too good for this game.”
I close the door and take a sip of the scotch I’m still holding. I got home to take this meeting with John and decided midway through that I needed a drink. I just didn’t want to deal with the level of fucking bullshit that saving myself was going to entail.
And that’s the thing, isn’t it? I could maybe save myself. Throw some people under the bus. Owe a few favors.
But then what? Someone else would come knocking looking to get back at me for fucking over their friends. Like a fucking vendetta. And someone I owed favors to would collect. And I’d be building more fucking alliances and spend even more time protecting my fucking back.
This is what our politicians do all fucking day. No wonder shit is so fucked up.
But I mean, am I any different? Sure, I came into this job determined to help people. I didn’t want these people in New Kingston to keep going on with their lives without someone hearing their voices. Because it’s one thing to be poor in America; this country still gives you the chance if you want to pull your shit together and make a living somehow to give your kids a better life.
But it’s another thing to be powerless and voiceless in a fucking democracy. When no one can hear your voice calling out in pain, no one is going to stop doing it.
But once you’re heard, you’re 90% of the way there.
Maybe I could have done things differently is all I mean, you know? Maybe I was being just like the people I’m complaining about when I sat there and told the press that if Carter had a problem with the factories he could just fuck off.
Why the fuck did I do that? Because he stopped on the way to the city to tell a small town mayor what to do? Because he made me feel small—that he fucking owned me—and I wanted to show him?
And Tina Ling. Why couldn’t I just go and come out and let people know what was going on with her? How she was trying to fucking bribe me, and maybe even fuck me. Oh, right. Because I was worried what Vivian would think. But it all came out in the end anyways, didn’t it? Now everything is fucked up.
But it doesn’t have to stay like that, I think.
What? You think it can’t get any worse, right? I bet you’re even wondering how we could ever get to a HEA from here.
Well, I don’t know the answer to the second question. Or even the first.
But I do know that Carter and I were on the cusp of something close. We had something worked out almost. But we let it all fall to shit.
I think I know how I can bring it back again. No, I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you. You’ll find out soon enough.
Don’t give me that look. Just know that it’s going to be fixed soon. And no, I won’t tell you even if you suck my cock, so please don’t fucking try it, babe.
I head once more from the library where I was sitting and finishing my scotch to the hallway where I open the door.
I need to get to New York City where I can find Carter and Vivian.
I open the door.
That’s when I see Carter walking up the steps to the deck that leads to my front door.
His motorcade is quietly waiting for him in my driveway.
“We need to talk, Liam,” Carter says. “I think we need to figure out a way to fix this now that they’ve started attacking Vivian.”
I nod. And smile—slightly.
“I’m willing to work with you if it means protecting Vivian,” I say to him. I mean it.
I was angry at Carter for talking down at me. But I can’t let anger cloud the…love…I feel for her.
“I think I would agree if you said, ‘We’re going to make those fuckers sorry they ever fucking bothered to fuck with us’,” Carter says with a smile.
“What the fuck? You think I’m 12 years old or something, Carter?” I ask with a smile.
“No,” Carter says, extending his hand. “But I’m willing to work with you to find a solution to this mess. Because I can’t the two of you out of my head.”
It’s a good sign if we’re already thinking the same fucking thing.
Carter walks inside. We’re going to have a lot of talking to do.
Vivian
I’m staring out of the window as the car cruises through NY traffic. It’s rush hour, and I should be using the time to go through the dozens of emails sitting in my inbox. Or maybe I should return a few phone calls and try to find a foothold in this New Kingston debacle. But tired as I am, all I do is look out the window, taking in the moving view of the city.
The sidewalks are full with people going on about their day, the intricate Albany politics nothing more than a footnote to their personal lives. It never ceases to amaze me how the fate of millions are decided by a handful of people, and how little everyday Americans actually care about it. But that’s why people like me exist; as a Senator, it’s my duty to carry their burden, doesn’t matter how heavy.
Of course, that’s also Liam’s and Carter’s burden. Governor, Mayor, Senator—it really doesn’t matter what they call us, what matters is that we exist to serve. Too bad that everyone has their own definition of service, and that’s exactly why we’re all sharpening knives even though we’re on the same team.
“And here we are,” my driver says, looking at me through the rearview mirror. He reaches for the handle of his door, ready to go around the car and open my door, but I just wave him away.
“Don’t worry, Bill,” I smile at him, clutching my briefcase to my chest as I open the door. “Have a good evening.”
“Likewise, Senator,” he responds merrily, changing the radio station to something more to his liking. By the time he settles on a station, I’m already standing on the sidewalk. I turn toward the entrance to my apartment building and I freeze. I have to blink twice in order to make sure that what I’m seeing isn’t a hallucination.
Carter and Liam stand in front of the door to my apartment building, talking in a hushed tone. I walk toward them as fast as I can, a panicky feeling growing inside my heart. These two are prone to share words and fists, and I want to get between them before that happens.
“What’s going on?” I ask them as they turn toward me. Liam has his usual smirk on his lips, but Carter is donning a smile as well. I’m taken aback by their easiness, and I look from one to the other, trying to get an answer to my question.
“Here she is!” Liam says, glancing at Carter. “Right on time.”
“We were just talking about you,” Carter continues, a serious but carefree expression on his face, if that’s even possible.
“About me? What’s going on, guys?” I repeat, looking from one to the other. They remain in silence, but finally Carter reaches for the building’s door and pushes it back.
“Why don’t we get inside? Before anyone decides to start snapping pictures.” I nod, and walk past the two men. They follow after me, still in silence, and I call for the elevator.
“You’re not punching each other, so I guess that’s a good sign,” I tell them, leaning against the marble wall as I wait for the elevator.
“Smart as always, Senator,” Liam says in a mocking tone, folding his arms over his chest. I open my mouth to respond, but I’m cut short by the sudden ding of the elevator doors; they open and the three of us step inside. I press the button to my floo
r, and in a couple of seconds, we’re being carried all the way to the top.
“So, what’s this all about?” I start, anxiety making me eager for answers. I look from one to the other, my heart beating fast as I realize I’m all alone with them.
“This… This is about doing the right thing,” Carter says, taking one step toward me. I look him in the eyes, not really sure of the meaning behind his words. I turn to Liam, but he simply nods at me, agreeing with Carter.
“And what’s the right thing, Carter? Tell me, because I’m dying to know.” Without a single word, he leans into me, slowly closing the distance between our mouths, and presses his lips against mine. I don’t move as he comes for me, my eyelids drooping by instinct. “This is the right thing,” he whispers, pulling back from me. I don’t even have the time to think about what’s happening: as Carter pulls back, Liam comes closer and lays his lips against my neck, one hand resting on my waist.
“The right thing,” Liam repeats Carter’s words, his lips close to my ear. “You were right, Vivian… It’s different when we’re together.” I want to ask them about New Kingston, about the factories and the jobs, but I can’t seem to put the words into a coherent sentence. It seems that politics will have to take a backseat for the time being.
“Are you sure…?” I whisper, looking from one to the other as my pussy grows wet. God, I just want to hold them both and have their bodies pressed against mine… But I have to make sure they know what they’re doing. That we aren’t just digging a bigger hole for ourselves.
“I’ve never been more sure in my entire life,” Carter says, leaning into me and kissing my neck. I close my eyes and sigh, the lips of both men caressing the soft skin on my neck.
“We want you, Vivian,” Liam whispers, placing his hand over my knee and sliding it upward to the hem of my slim fitting skirt, his fingers moving under the narrow cut. “We want you bad.”
“You have no idea how I wanted to hear that,” I purr, my eyes still closed as I throw my head back and let both men kiss my neck.
“I think we have a pretty good idea,” Carter says, his hand resting on my hip. I’m almost oblivious to the outside word and, if it weren’t for the loud ding of the elevator doors opening, I would just let them take me right here.
They let go of me almost immediately, and I step into the hallway, my mind blanketed by a mental fog. My hands are trembling as I reach inside my purse, looking for the keys; cursing under my breath, I finally find them. I try and get the right one inside the keyhole, but excitement is running so high inside my body that all I manage to do is scrape the opening without getting the key inside. Carter places his hand over mine, and steadying my fingers, we get the key in and turn it. The three of us step inside my apartment in a hurry, Liam slamming the door shut behind us.
“Finally,” I whisper, turning my attention to the men behind me. The same grin is in their face, almost as if they are thinking of the same. Before I can even blink, they are on me, pressing me against the wall as their mouths fly straight to my neck again. I let go of my briefcase and purse, allowing them to fall on the floor with a dry thump. My hands now free, I run them through their hair, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.
I’m ready to let them fuck me right here, against the wall, but Carter grabs my hands and guides me down the corridor. We get as far as the living room, and then he pushes me toward the leather couch at the center; I fall back, the leather shifting under my weight.
“I’ve been wasting time,” Carter whispers, as much to himself as to me. A smile dawns on my lips, his words are assurance that we’re doing the right thing. Liam is standing next to him, and without taking his eyes off of me he bumps his elbow against Carter’s arm.
“You don’t imagine how much,” he says, both their bodies swaying as if they don’t know who has the right of passage. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me both. My eyes wander down from their faces to their chests, and I let them fall further down until I find their crotches. They’re both hard, the shape of their cocks showing from under the fabric of their pants. Reaching for them, I place my still trembling fingers against their pulsing members, feeling them brimming with desire.
“You told me you wanted to do the right thing,” I tell them, raising my eyes. “Let’s do the right thing, then,” I purr, trying to make myself clear. Of course, they don’t need innuendo or hints to understand what I’m getting at. After all, they were the ones waiting for me downstairs. And I hold no illusions about the reason they were there… Sure, they might have seen a way to cooperate in the political arena, but the championship trophy in their dispute has always been me. And now they’ve finally realized that we can all win. And that includes me, of course.
“You heard the lady,” Liam tells Carter, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Carter sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.
“I heard her, loud and clear,” Carter says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my skirt. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Carter slides his fingers under my skirt, Liam has his hands on my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. I hear the buttons coming undone, Liam’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.
With my blouse finally open, Liam’s fingers trace a straight line from my navel to my cleavage. The lace bra I’m wearing has its clasp on the front so, with a simple turn of his fingers, Liam unhooks it and pulls the cups to the side. A gentle electric buzz grows under my skin as I feel the fabric sliding over my hard nipples, the rosy tips anxious to feel Liam’s touch. He takes his time, though—instead of going for it straight away, he brushes his index finger around the base of my breasts, going back and forth with maddening motions.
As Liam focuses on my breasts, Carter’s hand moves between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groins, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. Liam leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Carter flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Carter’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of Liam’s lips on my nipple, and sends a river of delight all the way to my brain.
“Now this is teamwork…” I moan, my fingers busy with disheveling their hair. I bite my lower lip as Carter starts to rub his hand against my pussy, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin. I start to raise my hips from the couch, pressing my wetness against Carter’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on Liam’s hair, I pull him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my nipple. Both men pressing hard on my body, the bonfire of lust starts to become brighter inside my mind.
While he kisses my nipple, his tongue lapping at the hard tip, Liam takes his hands to my shoulders and pushes my blouse down. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.
Not wanting to wait, I take my hand out of Carter’s head and reach for the zipper on my skirt, pushing it all the way down with an anxious movement. The zipper flies down easily, baring a hint of my thong and the tan skin of my outer thigh. That’s enough to make Carter go off like a bomb. With a growl climbing up his throat, he takes his hand out from my pussy and tugs on my skirt, pulling it harshly. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing him to undress me, and then lean back against the couch with a devious grin on my lips.
Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed at the altar of sin. Because, make no mistake about it, this is sin—maybe not in the religious sense, but there’s still that inherent sense of wrongness to what we’re doing. We’re skirting both the law and common decency, and if I’m being completely honest, it just makes it feel even better.
Liam’s lips are wrapped tight around my nipple, sucking it hard, and I decide that I want to find out what else his lips can do. I push his head down,
and after offering some resistance, he finally starts kissing down my stomach. Knowing what I intend to do, Carter takes his hand out of my pussy, opening the space for Liam. But he doesn’t remove himself from action, of course—he takes the fingers he just had pressed against my pussy and brushes them against my lips, making my own scent inundate me. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers, imagining that I’m sucking on something far better… You don’t need me to tell you what I’m imagining, do I? Good.
When Liam reaches the place where skin and thong meet, I push him further down; he goes willingly, immediately pressing his open mouth against the drenched fabric that covers my pussy. Not one to lose time, he starts to suck on me over the thong, and I feel my fluids going through the fabric and into his mouth.
“Let me help you with that,” Carter whispers against my ear, and then takes his hand to my pussy. Liam pulls back, and taking the opportunity, Carter grabs on my thong and flicks it to the side. “There,” he simply says as Liam dives into me, his hungry mouth ravaging my pussy.
I sway my hips, my body contorting as Liam flicks his tongue against my clit. Each time he strokes it against my small but sensitive gland, I feel thunder roiling inside of me, a storm of pleasure drawing near.
Trying to keep my conscious mind from drowning, I take a deep breath and turn my attention to Carter. Slowly, I reach for his shirt and start to unbutton it, my heart almost skipping a bit as his chiseled muscles come into view. It doesn’t really matter how many times I see him naked… The sight of his body is always a welcome one. And if it looks good, let me assure you, it tastes even better.
I lean into him and flick my tongue against his nipple, using my lips to nibble at his skin. I then let my mouth run down to his abs, and I lick them as if I needed to prove they’re real. My hands are busy with his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of his loops. When it comes undone, I throw it somewhere to the floor, immediately turning my attention to his crotch. I lick my lips unconsciously, seeing the thick shape tenting his pants. Tracing its contour with the tip of my index finger, I then flatten my hand against his cock, grabbing it as harshly as I can. Carter groans slightly, and that makes me even more hungry. Using both hands, I tug at his pants, forcing the buttons to pop out by themselves. Then, his tented boxer briefs coming into view, I curl my fingers around his cock and start to stroke it.